[i]Colors all over the spectrum swirled around a golden figure of gold light, all of them calling to him. They beckoned him to follow them. Red demanded with a fierce determination. Green tempted him with unlimited excitement. Blue and purple both gave reasons based in logic and realism. White and black both presented the pros and cons of hesitation. Yellow and orange were mostly quiet, but when they spoke, their words were elegant and tone regal. All of these colors had only but one thing on their minds: recruit thefigure.

But as this figure of pure mist heard all of their cases and would start to think about their respective proposals, it heard another voice. It was not one associated with a color. It was one that was colorless and had seemingly faded into naught. It was frail and barely audible, but the figure somehow was drawn to it - almost as if something connected them. This figure had then decided to ignore the wants and needs of the Rainbow Collective and phase through them, their forms being absorbed into him, and went for that voice that called out to it.

It passed through dimensions of various locations and worlds it seemed, and found itself stopping in a room that was surrounded by flowers of various makes. It was a room that was well lit with magicite and had been cleaned recently. On a bed sat a frail woman who had seen better days. Her eyes was like a rusted sienna and her hair, though obviously gray, had the image of something once quite serene. Her skin had wrinkles and had faded from its obvious-former porecelin white shade to a dismal silverish-gray. Additionally, at her bedside, there was a man with all the youth that a 40something man had. Though he looked like a man who wore armor, he wore casual clothing of gold and white, hair dark as the night sky, and when he turned aorund, eyes were gray with a speck of golden ore. 

This man that sat by her bedside had puffy eyes. No one in the room had to think. This was Francis Sicarius, the Golden Wolf of Archadia. 

The figure received a bow from Francis as he approached the frail woman. She had gestured the golden figure to come forward and so it did. Where Francis sat, the figure would sit. The figure took the frail hand of the woman and she beckoned him to come close. As she whispered into his ears, only five words were spoken.

“He lives within the Fallen.”

“What?” He asked her. The voice was so frail that he couldn’t make out what she said.

“He lives within the Fallen.”

And as he would ask her to repeat a second time, she would respond with..[/i]

“[color=pink]Jaakuna - Jaakuna, wake up please.[/color]”

Suddenly, as slowly as his fatigued body would allow, he opened  eyes - albeit slowly. Looking around, the light was bothersome as he had to blink one too many times to adjust his own to it. Though, as he would find himself able to see much clearer, his head went to where Shion was soundly sleeping. And...snoring? Wait no, that sound was coming from somewhere else. 

So Jaakuna turned his head in the opposing direction and there waiting for him were a pair of plump breasts. “[color=ed1c24]Holy titty![/color]” That was the first thing that came to his mind and he was still groggy enough that he said it aloud. However, as he looked up, he noticed who they belonged to. “[color=ed1c24]Emiri?[/color]” Jaakuna lifted himself up, grunting because the floor was rather uncomfortable. 

He let out a yawn as he looked at Emiri. He had to take a few extra moments because he was still in a dazed state, but as he looked at her, he noticed something was different - well, aside from the bust upgrade. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something oddly different with her.
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“Please, my Queen, Empress Reia, there’s no need to get angry. I only meant that maybe you two should lay down. It’s obvious that you two are very tired.” 

Isabelle felt bad for Alistair. He truly wanted to bring peace between the warring factions of Empress Reia and her daughter, the Princess Cassandra. But not even she could bring about a truce once Cassandra implied that Reia was far past her prime. It didn’t help that Isabelle was practically forbidden from speaking. No matter how much she wanted to bring her daughter back to the ground, she was, after all, just the Queen Mother. Besides, not even Isabelle could get through to her daughter. Plus, she didn’t want to be in the middle of Reia’s wrath.

It didn’t help either that Lorenzo came in at the worst of times. He tried to claim peace on orders of Wesley, but both Reia and Cassandra, despite their differences, told him  - and this is the actual quote - “bud the fuck off!” 

Okay, maybe that was Isabelle’s paraphrasing. But still, it was a chaotic scene and it wasn’t even midday yet.

“[color=mediumpurple]Look here, [i]Reia[/i], I’m not saying you’re useless to your country. You obviously pull some of the weight, but even your council wants you out. Maybe you’re too old. Nadeline is pretty and young. And from what that Keiran said, she’s pregnant. I’m [i]sure[/i], once news breaks of that, you’ll be flat on your round, Cúchulainn-sized rump soon enough.[/color]” Cassandra simply shrugged, giving Reia a smug look.